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Still, I hear the stories...

Still, I see the photo's...

It's years later and where has our hatred got us?

Today, they have 1003 American soldiers dead,

    And we've already caught Sadam Husien.



The World Trade Center Towers fell...

    Lives that are forever lost...

Are being fought over by soldiers,

    Who've reached their target,

    Who've stomped out the unrest,

    Who are just sitting around now, dying...



How many in the Trade Center died?

How many more lives will we have to chase after them?

Doesn't the president know,

    The limits of humanity?

    He is not a God, who can return life.

Why chase the dead with life?

    How many will have to loose their lives---



BEFORE THIS POINT BECOMES PAINFULLY CLEAR!!!



How many times does the media have to replay the attacks?

How many times does one have to see people falling from the



CARNAGE!!!!



Choosing the fall over flame...

How many times do we have to hear,

"These colors don't run!"



But they run red,

With the blood---

     Of fire fighters,

     Of resue teams,

     Of police officers.



And they run red,

With the blood---

     Of soldiers who lie dead in the streets of Iraq,

     Of children caught in the cross fire,

     Of terrorized people who become human bombs.



When did pride get so in the way,

That we no longer see that all "colors" run.



Instead of God Bless Us,

Maybe we should be asking,

For God to forgive us all.